I take my rucksack and go out the opening where the front door used to be. Manchee gets up from where he's curled and follows me. When I sit down, he recurls by my legs and fall asleep, farting happily and giving a doggy sigh. Simple to be a dog.

You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

We don't say nothing more. What else is there to say? Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

A book… it’s a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

If the world wants you, it's gonna keep on coming till it gets you. And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?